The Rap Game.

After what felt like years of blood sweat and grind Jerry Heller or JQ, as he preferred to be known, had at long last become a major player in the UK23 Hardcore Rap scene.

His portfolio of artists included 

"Black Hawk Down"

"Lil cunt"

"White Meatball"

And his world beating superstars:

"HaHaHamas and the Rotherham Gigolos"

From his bunker below London's streets JQ promoted gigs, made promo videos and even scouted for talent with his army of heavily armed robo dogs as they picked through the ruins, bones and the twisted metal carcasses of destroyed cars to send back 24/7 video feeds to JQs state of the art Sandoz Media Console.

Just last night there had been a heavily armed battle between The Vietcong and a drone swarm that had resulted in mass casualties on the ground. The battle had become a holly.sensation amongst the British taxpayers living out in gated communities around the outskirts of the big city.

JQ blew a blonde dredd lock from his eyes and sneered as his glasses reflected the beamed in news on his media screen. Well the last stand of the Vietcong had occurred after an acrimonious fall out between him and the group that had seen them seeking new management. JQ pulled off his Carhartt hat and let his blonde dredd locks spill down around his unshaven face. He felt hot and angry about this senseless loss of royalties. 

There was only one thing for it! He thought.

He would dig up HaHaHamas from his luxury apartment in the bunker complex and rouse "HaHas" posse "The RGs" from their lesser digs here underground. It would soon be time to make.a promo for the new hit record 

"Underage Meat".

JQ had five heavily armed bodyguards with him at all times. Three were ex SAS and two were ex IDF/Mossad. They did his bidding without question and as a result had a pretty easy time of it underground as they could participate in any human trafficked orgy or coke session their boss might be indulging in. Most of the bodyguards knew JQs deepest, darkest secret that he was working deep undercover for the Royal Dogfood Company. This could never be made public knowledge as JQs street credibility consisted of a fake paper trail leading back to a fictional rich father which was OK, whereas being exposed as a Narc for the hated dog food company would more than likely get him killed even by his own artists who he regarded as friends!

JQ assembled HaHaHamas and The Rotherham Gigolos in the War Room to discuss that nights shenanigans.

He stood five foot tall in baggy jeans, bare feet and a hoody.

"Listen dogs we got ratings heat under our collective asses."

"The Vietcong have made us look like a bunch of bedwetter faggots hiding under our beds."

"The skirm that they went out in last night has broken viral records for replays! 

These fucks must be laughing at us from some Jungle afterlife up to their necks in pussy!

We got to take back our streets with some real flavour! Do you hear me?"

HaHaHamas quietly nodded along as he rolled up a massive joint of synth weed.

His posse: The RGs which consisted of three skinny black teenagers with wide eyes, track suits and gleaming white trainers kept a respectful silence as HaHa spoke.

"Q man we ready to go above ground and take it to the dogs! Just provide the ammo and the Kevlar to get our black asses back home safe afterwards". HaHa let out a large cloud of brain melting smoke as he handed the joint to his Entourage.

JQ ordered one of his bodyguards to drag out a Bulgarian military crate. The goon flipped the latches to reveal four gleaming AKs and magazines. JQ grabbed another olive green crate to reveal it was full of ammo and Kevlar body armour.

"This my man is armour piercing 7.62 enough to wreck any robo doggys evening,"

"My negro." Said HaHa as he scooped up a gun and ordered his posse do the same. They all looked like some gangly platoon of African boy soldiers as they made their way to the firing range underground.

The ruined silhouette of a destroyed factory looms up in the dark twilight.

Robo dogs with "PRESS" written on their sides are working as a team illuminating the ruined Tesla car, flattened into a makeshift stage as HaHaHamas and The Rotherham Gigolos spit the menacing bars to "Underage Meat" into JQs leading robo dogs cameraman's glass eye.

Sirens can be heard along with gunfire as London 23 starts to vibrate to the deafening sounds of the rap music blasting out of a speaker from a specially customized robo dogs belly.

The rap stars are shaking their AKs and lip synching to the music like the professionals they are.

""For a kebab I get a grab!" Goes the chorus, before some serious low frequency bass drops.

JQ is watching the action now from his consoles holly screens in the bunker. He taps his foot to his own genius beats and he instructs one of his robo dogs to command a drone fly overhead to film the rap stars final moments.

After maybe fifteen minutes of lip synch acting into the camera a high pitched Stuka5 drone can be heard making its final decent  it is coordinating with the heavily armed Alpha robo dog who just appears at the edge of the scene with hundreds of machine gun wielding four legged death dogs and a black oil slick of death from above drones In the night sky.

JQ desperately commands his camera crew to retreat towards safe zones pre coordinated for maximum coverage. As the Stuka5 drone hits the wrecked electric car stage sending the rappers flying through the air still clutching their AKs.

.HaHaHamas like an olive green beetle covered in cheap Kevlar knock off body armour stands and aims his AK at the leading dog who's back mounted machine gun is slowly taking aim at his face.

HaHas Bulgarian AK jams just when he needs it the most. Large calibre rounds fire in unison from the mechanical dog army and obliterate the rap stars armour and face like tissue paper in the rain.

The Rotherham Gigolos fared a little better and even managed to shoot down a drone and do serious damage to the lead attack dog before a missile is fired at the trio blowing apart their tracksuited bodies under a fine red mist 

JQ hammers his desk excitedly back at HQ as his highest grossing rap stars are turned into a viral ratings sensation.